It’s a hole in the wall
Where the lost boys live
It’s a kingdom steeped in food stamps
Where the lost boys live
On the Astroturf verge
In a desert of suburbia
It’s a broken-curfew oasis
Where the lost boys live
In an asylum-white classroom
Under gum-studded desks
It’s a Tippex-scrawled defiance
Where the lost boys live
Inside prep-school blazers
Grasping a silk-noose tie
It’s on the honours roll wall
Where the lost boys die
Paper Street Diaries 
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Lovely. Absolutely lovely.
You have voice, content, and you certainly found an audience in me. Bravo!